Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Enjoy, I do.
I’ve never felt so owned. I never knew that was something I could crave. Not just the domination, though that gets me so hard, it feels like my cock might burst. It’s in the caring too. She doesn’t just want me on my knees. She wants me there willingly. She wants me enjoying this just as much as she is, playing this game all the way until completion. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and yet so cared for.
When I can no longer taste her on her fingers, she eases them from my mouth. “Now the rest.” There’s no mistaking her words, especially when she leans back and once again spreads her thighs. I make a sound that’s almost a sob of relief. And then I lean down and press my mouth to her pussy. I’m shaking. The first lick of her center is divine. I can’t seem to stop.
At least until she takes her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. “Was I not clear?” There’s a dangerous edge to her tone. “I didn’t tell you to fuck me with your tongue, Bram. I told you to clean up my mess.”
Again, that sound that’s part sob and part whimper slips free. It takes far more effort than I could’ve dreamed to move back and start licking her thighs. She keeps her hand in my hair, guiding me to each new spot and holding me there until I finish my task.
Oh fuck, I really might come.
Especially when I’m finally allowed to reach her pussy and lap at her there. Not her clit—she doesn’t allow me that pleasure—but everywhere else. I might have died of desperation if not for the little tremors that work through her body, letting me know this is just as much agony for her as it is for me.
She finally lightens her grip enough that I can press my forehead to her lower stomach. I’m breathing as if I’ve just flown for miles and miles without a break. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, but her voice is almost normal. “That was . . . adequate.”
“I can do better.” I don’t know where the words come from, only that they’re the truth.
“Next time.” She tugs on my hair again. “Come here.”
I allow her to guide me until our faces are even. Grace releases my hair and cups my face with her shaking hands. And then she kisses me. It’s not soft and sweet like last time. No, this is a declaration of ownership. She possesses my mouth, and I am only too happy to submit. I want to wrap her up and pull her close until I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I need her so desperately that I dig my fingers into my thighs again to prevent myself from disobeying her. Holy fuck, what is happening to me?
She only breaks the kiss when we’re both trembling. Grace leans back just a little. “On the bed. On your back.” With my wings pinned beneath me.
She knows what she’s asking me. She knows what I’m giving her by obeying.
I don’t hesitate. I stand on shaking legs and move around her to lie back on my bed. Without her saying a word, I reach my arms over my head and grip the thick stone headboard. I’m not restrained in any true way, but I am helpless before her all the same.
She kneels between my thighs and drags her nails over them. “Another time, I would make you hold this position while I pleasured you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
Another time, I would love that. If she tried that right now, I would only last about thirty seconds. Grace knows it too. She stops stroking me and moves to straddle my hips. “I need you too much to play that game right now. But I need to make one thing clear, Bram. Are you listening?”
I’m having a hard time focusing on anything other than her pussy, hovering bare inches above my straining cock. I swallow hard. “Yes, I’m listening.”
“Keep your hands on the headboard, or I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?”
She wants me not to touch her while she’s touching me so intimately. She’s giving me both pleasure and agony with the restriction. I nod jerkily. “Yes. I understand.”
15
GRACE
Being with Bram is like experiencing a fever dream, and yet I’ve never felt more aware. There’s power in his submission, in the gift he’s made of it. Perched on his hips, with his perfect body laid out for my pleasure, I have another moment of wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. He’s so big in every way.
I’ve never let fear make my decisions for me, and I’m not about to start now.
I move up his broad chest to kiss him again. I love kissing this man. Sometimes it’s a battle, and sometimes, like right now, it’s like falling from a high place into strong arms that will always catch me. All my life, I’ve been told to trust no one but family. I haven’t trusted Bram with every one of my secrets, but I’ve trusted him with my life and my body. That’s no small thing.